“Oh, somewhere out back.” Somewhere out back? “He’s at his cabin?” This question seems to catch him off guard. Then his surprise gives way to a smile that is chillingly like his son’s but without the warmth, and it’s like the difference between laughing with someone and laughing at them. “Yeah,” he says. “I suppose that’s where he is.” “How do I get there?” She tries to sound confident, but Frank’s dad makes her nervous. “To the cabin? You’d have to walk there, and it’s dark out.” “I know,” she says. But even mostly covered, the full moon is bright and there’s a small flashlight on her mom’s
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